We are a mass of decaying organic matter drifting through a space of nothingness. A dot of dying light flickering all high and mighty over the illusion of control of what’s already been written. Yet we burn and burn and burn. Because this rotten vessel we reside in is the epicenter of it, says our…… Continue reading Ego
Take a leisure stroll in a garden of roses, would you discover one that is entirely distinct from the rest? Sure, they each have little differences.. but basically, they are all the same. A way of thinking that applies to us, humans, too. Referring to Exner’s work on how we are merely innumerable manifestations of…… Continue reading Living Among Reflections
I know a man who read one book and stood proudly, and I have met a child who savoured encyclopedias bigger than his own head but barely said a word.
To have the power to end lives or save them might be unimaginable for some. However, have it ever occurred to you, that you actually hold said power? Yes, you do. Idea. We use this word a lot. Too much, actually. You write about it, you speak of it, but do you truly understand the…… Continue reading Poisonous Plant
“If you can’t sit still, the clowns will come and get you,” I eavesdropped a mother saying that sentence to her child. I’d be lying if I said the little girl on her mother’s lap next to me wasn’t being a bother as she couldn’t sit still and kept mumbling incoherently. We were at a…… Continue reading Pennywise is Coming for You
nothingness after death scares many of us. the idea that our consciousness—our soul vanishing just like footsteps on mud washed away by the rain. perhaps this is why we desperately seek answers to convince ourselves that there is something greater. that our existence: ideas, ambitions, friends, routines, and all the complexity we experience have meaning.…… Continue reading
[warning: may sound disgusting] I hate my brother. He is still as loud as he is narcissistic. He used to forget important dates and come home too early in the morning or not at all. That devil-may-care attitude of his irritates me more than overplayed pop songs at the malls. I hate how he can…… Continue reading an unsent letter